The breast…

Food or entertainment?

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While pregnant I wondered, just how would I feel about breastfeeding. I mean I know  that it’s “frowned” upon nowadays to not breastfeed, but just how would I feel.

It’s funny, that 50 years ago, formula was pushed and the breast was suppressed. Now if you do not breastfeed, there are groups (which will remain nameless) that make you feel like you’ve not done enough. That somehow you failed as a mother if you could not breastfeed your child.

The interesting thing is that when we lived in colonies of women and men things were a lot different. Babies were taken care of by groups of women, and more then likely were nursed by more then one woman. We also have the “wet nurse” in history for those  privileged people, who unless you gave birth to a boy, you were not allowed to breastfeed. Nowadays women are expected to do this on their own and not ask for “help” to often, because that means they cannot handle motherhood.

Yes, the breast has come a long way.

No longer did I think of them as a play things for gratification but as a per functionary instrument (gosh, how sexy is that???) to nourish my child.

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This really did throw me for a loop.

I remember while I was pregnant, reading on baby center about women who feared breastfeeding. And I thought, who cares, if it works it works, hey it’s cheaper! Then I came across a post that said, she was worried about breastfeeding because someone told her it was sensual. Then the women bickered about it being sensual vs sexual and all that jazz, and by god it freaked the crap out of me.

I didn’t want to think of feeding my baby as sensual. What if I got turned on?

First off, breastfeeding was NOT sensual, not sexual, not intimate for me. It was a way to feed him. To make him stop crying, fussing, entertain him. It was NOT at ALL sexual. It was functional.

When I contemplated giving up breastfeeding at the end of 11 months, I was surprised I felt sad. I enjoyed my time with him in the morning, having him cuddle with me, and all that. But ask me from 0-3 months if I’d have given it up. Yes, in a heart beat. I hated it. I hated being responsible.. solely to feed my child. The fact that he didn’t sleep for more then 2 hours at a time made it darn near impossible to survive, but I did. The fact that no matter how tired I was, my husband worked and I had the boobs, so I HAD to get up. And it does get better. By 6 months, when you feed them solids it’s just so much easier to, “whip out the boob” then to make a bottle.

And ladies, lovemaking. Was. well messy.  I mean not only do you feel like a spare tire has situated across your midsection, you deal with the leaky boobs the dry vagina and the lack of sex drive. At least that’s how most feel.  I didn’t have all those syndromes stated above but I leaked everywhere. I wore breast pads until my son was 8 months old. nude body image

I was lucky my husband found my post baby body “sexy.” In turn that really helped me feel “better,” not sexy lol I wasn’t ready to jump back into my thong, those cotton panties are so comfortable lol

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Oh and your boobs do NOT look the same and most often get smaller after you stop breastfeeding. This mom is petitioning to have a lift after she’s done having babies!

Peter's saggy Man Boob (I actually think his boob is not to saggy lol-lucky bastard)

My bottom line here is that if you’re freaked out about breastfeeding, I’m here to say it’s ok to be. It’s a new experience, and our society sexualizes the breasts. But It is a natural way to feed you baby. It hurts like hell for the first three weeks (buy lansinoh nipple cream!) but it is easier then carrying a bottle around with you. But with that being said. DO NOT feel like a bad mom or a failure if you stop to breastfeed. There are so many moms out there like you! Most of us were raised on formula not breast milk and i think we turned out just fine!

Forgetting about your children, a sad reality.

I was wasting time on twitter today (via tweetdeck) and came across this article on parents who forget a child in their car and the child dies. Lisa Belkin highlights the original article in the Washington post by Gene Weingarten about children who are forgotten in their car seats. Please, read both articles.  It’s a thought that is horribly gut wrenching but a gruesome reality.

I almost didn’t read it because every time I read something like this it breaks my heart. It breaks it for many reasons, mostly because the thought of losing my son kills me. But also because, these people who forget their children, are just like you and me. The “interesting” thing about this article is the fact that there is no demographic that stands out as the “most susceptible” to forget their child.

In the article Gene Weingarten wrote states this:

“What kind of person forgets a baby?

The wealthy do, it turns out. And the poor, and the middle class. Parents of all ages and ethnicities do it. Mothers are just as likely to do it as fathers. It happens to the chronically absent-minded and to the fanatically organized, to the college-educated and to the marginally literate. In the last 10 years, it has happened to a dentist. A postal clerk. A social worker. A police officer. An accountant. A soldier. A paralegal. An electrician. A Protestant clergyman. A rabbinical student. A nurse. A construction worker. An assistant principal. It happened to a mental health counselor, a college professor and a pizza chef. It happened to a pediatrician. It happened to a rocket scientist.”

 

I think that is what the scariest thing is. Not one person is more susceptible to forgetting. It’s just as likely to happen to a rocket scientist  as it is to a construction worker, both very different type of jobs and likely lifestyles and they can both have so much on their minds that they’d forget their child.

About a month ago people kept telling me to watch Oprah, ’cause there was this woman who’s child died in the car. My sister namely kept talking to me about this because she said, gosh I could so see that happening to me, and to be honest–I could see it happening to me too.  We get so caught up in our day to day responsibilities. Women often go through laundry lists in their heads while they drive, shop, have sex and eat. Trying to organize everyone and everything is a daunting task that so many of us do on “auto pilot.” Therein lies the problem.  We are so focused on getting things done, rarely do we find time to stop and feel or appreciate.

I know I catch myself driving on auto pilot when I’m trying to figure out a workable schedule. I know that there are times when my son is so quiet in the back, i forget he’s there. I also remember when he was first born, how I’d forget I was now a parent and there was a baby in the back seat.  I had posted this article on my facebook status and one of my friends sent me this message:

“I was very happy to see that article opening ppls eyes to the fact it is a lot of ppl that do it. Its not a “type” of person. I have always felt horrible for people who legitimately forget because I to have forgotten. I had X in the car just after I’d had him and I didn’t share with anyone until right this second because it still terrifies me. I had X in the car a friend had lent me their car so I could do some groceries. He was still really small and rear facing and he only fit behind me in the friends car. 
Well I got out at the grocery store and totally forgot to grab him. I forgot he was there I’m ashamed to say it I literally forgot I had a baby. I got ready to walk away from the car and realized my cell was ringing it was my friend she wanted to know if X had fit okay in the car. I started crying in a panic turned around really quick and opened the back door. There he was all snug and asleep. In a freezing car in the beginning of March. 

I still think about that every time I get in a car or hear a story on the news. I have told no one except my therapist with whom this incident I have had many sessions for! 
I have not droven alone with X EVER again! I probably won’t. It terrifies me. 

But it can happen to anyone! Because it happened to me, thank god only for about 2 minutes!”

 

She says that she hopes her story will make you all realize that it really can happen to anyone. But I just think back to how sleep deprived I was those first three months… I honestly don’t remember much about the first three months.  I couldn’t imagine having two or more young kids, working full time etc and be sleep deprived and then forgetting one of them in the car while trying to deal with the rest of your life.

And just how does someone get over something like that.  I think you’d forever blame yourself. The article talks about parents (both men and women) wanting to commit suicide even if it’s deemed an “accident.” I just don’t know if I could life with the fact that I killed my baby. The article also touches upon something else, that an “accident” is something that can’t be prevented.  Even if it was an accident to leave the child in the car, does that make it hurt less? No.  The article also touches upon the new safety regulations about rear facing car seats and how it makes it easier to “forget” a sleeping child in the back seat because they’re less visable.  It’s amazing how one thing creates a chain reaction of events, especially one that was designed to help save children’s lives in an “accident.”

So while this article is hard to read, it’s a very real problem. It’s happening more often and to every single type of person on this planet. No one is safe from the “perfect storm” as Weingarten coins these factors: fatigue, distraction, stress, a change in routine.  So hug your children a little longer tonight, know that you’ve made it this far. Continue to make a conscious effort to live somewhat more in the moment.  The summer season will be here before you know it, please be aware of your children in the car. I’ll take this article with me in my heart and continue to try to be a deliberate parent.  

The Invisible Mom

A dear friend of mine posted this on a site I created. Thank you Sonya, this is a wonderful tribute to mothers everywhere.

I feel sometimes that I’m being taken for granted, sometimes stepped on and often invisible. No one sees how much time Stay at Home Mom’s spend interacting with our children, how many diapers we change, and how much work goes into the handmade food I give him.  Very few people know how many times we play peek-a-boo, watch Elmo on sesame street, or how many times I help him stand up, sit down, stand up, sit down–Let alone be: pooed on, peed on, thrown up on, scratched, pinched, kicked and punched.  Some times my selfishness gets the best of me and I find myself longing for my old life just for a moment. But when I look down and see this smile, I know that it is worth it:

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THE INVISIBLE MOTHER

It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of
response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room
while I’m on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.
Inside I’m thinking, ‘Can’t you see I’m on
the phone?’ Obviously not; no one can see if I’m on
the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even
standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me
at all.

I’m invisible. The invisible Mom. Some days I am only a
pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie
this? Can you open this? Some days I’m not a pair of
hands; I’m not even a human being. I’m a clock to
ask, ‘What time is it?’ I’m a satellite guide to
answer, ‘What number is the Disney Channel?’ I’m
a car to order, ‘Right around 5:30, please.’

I was certain that these were the hands that once held
books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that
graduated summa cum laude – but now they had disappeared
into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She’s
going, she’s going, she’s gone!

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating
the return of a friend from England .. Janice had just
gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and
on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there,
looking around at the others all put together so well. It
was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was
feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a
beautifully wrapped package, and said, ‘I brought you
this.’ It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe .

I wasn’t exactly sure why she’d given it to me
until I read her inscription: ‘To Charlotte , with
admiration for the greatness of what you are building when
no one sees.’

In the days ahead I would read – no, devour – the book. And
I would discover what would become for me, four
life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:
no one can say who built the great cathedrals
We have no record of their names.

These builders gave their whole lives
for a work they would never see finished. They made great
sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their
building was fueled by their faith that the
eyes of God saw everything.

A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came
to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw
a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He
was puzzled and asked the man, ‘Why are you spending so
much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered
by the roof? No one will ever see it.’ And the workman
replied, ‘Because God sees.’

I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into
place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me,
‘I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make
every day, even when no one around you does. No act of
kindness you’ve done, no sequin you’ve sewn on, no
cupcake you’ve baked, is too small for me to notice and
smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you
can’t see right now what it will become.’

At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction But it
is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for
the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote
to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective
when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people
who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to
work on something that their name will never be on.

The writer of the book went so far as to say that no
cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there
are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.

When I really think about it, I don’t want my child to
tell the friend he’s bringing home from college for
Thanksgiving, ‘My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and
bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for
three hours and presses all the linens for the table.’
That would mean I’d built a shrine or a monument to
myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if
there is anything more to say to his friend, to add,
‘You’re gonna love it there.’

As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be
seen if we’re doing it right. And one day, it is very
possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we
have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the
world by the sacrifices of invisible women.

Great Job, MOM!

Digg for mommies? Enter Mommyranks.com

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I’m sure all of those who have blogs out there are always looking for new ways to generate traffic to your blog and find other people who enjoy similar things that you do.  With all the technology out there, it’s hard for everyone to know where to turn to generate some traffic to your site, especially traffic that will appreciate your writing skills as a mom.  I myself am on many of the networking sites: Digg, Stumbleupon, facebook, and twitter.

Introducing Mommyranks.  This site is designed in such a way that allows for moms to post links on to this site. Once you post a link to your blog it will include a snapshot of your blog posting, a description of this posting and it will allow you to select what category it falls under. You are then linked up to the main page where people can see the snapshot of your blog and vote on the specific posting you submitted!

What’s the best thing about this site? Moms go here, moms link here, and mom’s vote for other blogs! (you don’t have to be a mom to vote!) Mom’s don’t necessarily know what digg is or use it.  (not saying that Digg is complicated or that mom’s don’t know what it is but Digg is not geared towards Moms like Mommyranks is!) So Lauren from Mommyranks developed a site that is user friendly and dedicated to mommy blogging!

It’s free to join.  All you need to do is submit a blog link and add a description to upload a blog posting of yours.  One of the coolest features of this site is that it will take a snapshot of your blog posting (or you can submit a URL with one that you want)

So if you have a certain blog posting that you particularly love (yours or someone elses) this is your chance to submit it and support it!  So this site is a way for you to promote your best postings not just your blog as a whole, so that means… yes ladies–you can submit more then one posting!!!

If you are looking for other mommy sites, and interesting reads check out www.mommyranks.com and start voting for your favourite posts, or submit your own!  Happy Ranking!

It’s beginning to look at lot like Winter.

Thoughts of Christmas entered my mind this morning at around 4:32 A.M. as I looked out my front window to see the lawns and streets covered in a thick layer of fresh snow!  Now for all of you who do not know where Winnipeg is, you can appreciate that it’s nickname across Canada is Winterpeg.  Yes it get’s down to -45?Celcius and with the windchill it can get mighty cold, and feel like -50?. And get this, we still go out!

First Snow

The city does not stop working because it get’s a little chilly, and we do not call in the national guard when it snows 20 cm ( That’s like 8 inches of snow for you not on the metric system)—ahem I’m looking at you Toronto.. national guard because a little snow. shameful really. LOL

So I decided to take my little man out in the snow for the first time, and this is his first time in a snow suit. humm what do you think?  Maybe next year it will be more fun?

Not cool mom. Dom's a little confused at the white stuff

This time of year always makes me think of my favourite Christmas movie, A Christmas story (they’ve even turned the original house into a museum)

 

You know it’s not so much the winter I dislike, it’s the wind.  When it get’s to be freaking a little cold you can always dress up for it, head to toe, and still be warm, but if that wind picks up, you’re done!

I know people say you can still look fashionable in winter, and I’m sure in many cities that’s true. BUT it is not true here.  Most people look like that kid from A Christmas Story.. and those who don’t look ridiculous because they’re freezing.

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Mind you when I was a cool teenager, I never did up my jacket, because I thought it made me look fat. So glad those days are behind me now.. I don’t think I’d go back to be a teenager again!